RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Thunderstorm On The Ranch - Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Leaves crackling under pressure, signaling the arrival of
a child walking.
Gently blowing breezes, wafting this way across a slowly
moving creek, picking up scents of nature and carrying
them through the air.
Dark clouds sneaking overhead, throwing storm shadows from
east to west.
Silence - still - and quiet, just before the breaking of a
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